It was the time
We had begun to talk
Strings started to interwind
Night wasn't feeling exhausting
Lights not too bright
Yet not dim enough to annoy
One topic to another
It all started to feel comfortable
And then
A vague combination of words
The good and the night
She got up and left
And the night felt rough
As it feels everyday
Rowdy, exhausting and dark!
👏👏.